Stuck on a date was definitely not what Santana had in mind for her master plan in corrupting Ms. Rachel crack Berry at the beginning of this week. But yet here she is hovering around man-hands and her new "friend" Quinn Febreeze. And of course as if her afterlife wasn't craptastic enough, she is being forced to watch the date continue on with the ever strong hold of Brittany's arms around her waist and her head nuzzled on her shoulder. Santana didn't know if Brittany purposely hugged her so she couldn't use her wings to fly away or if she somehow knew that the close proximity would render her completely and utterly useless. Santana Lucifer could've been made of stone as she watched man-hands giggle yet again at another stupid joke; and did nothing to stop this rainbow couple in the making. Santana motherfucking Lucifer is so screwed.
Looking back at the beginning of the week, it started out pretty basic for Santana. Ever since her second meeting with blue-eyes Brittany, Santana could think of nothing but her, and the occasional dwarf joke; she is professional after all and didn't want to garner another Sylvester torture. But for nights on end, she couldn't figure out how every single time she wanted to finish off a day of havoc for Berry, Brittany would swoop in and throw her ass out on the curb. It was unbelievable and honestly didn't make any damn sense.
Trial by error is by far the best kind of method to find a solution anyway, so the first day after their second meeting, Santana yet again followed CrackBerry on her daily treks throughout the city. Screwing up her coffee order, check. Making pigeons leave a message in her hair, check. Tipping over a large display in the supermarket on top of her, check. Pretty normal and tame for Santana but she didn't want to pull out the big guns until later on anyway. The timing wasn't right yet and so far she hadn't seen Brittany which led her to believe she really did only appear during the night time in the midget's apartment.
So finishing off the day by letting her be chased by a random dog down the street, Santana settled in for the meeting place of good and evil and waited on blonde hair and blue eyes to show up. Letting her mind wander a bit about the impending torture by Satan herself if she didn't finish this job correctly, Santana sat back and watched Berry as she hummed another useless tune from her radio. "I wonder if Sylvester will cut me some slack if she knew how hard this girl was to corrupt. I mean honestly, who prides herself in helping everyone while wearing bird shit on their head for the entire day?"
"What you thinking about in there?"
Jolted by the sudden touch of a finger on her cheek, Santana tried hard to mask her surprise and the sudden flash of electricity she felt running from where the finger touched her to the tips of her toes. She growled and physically snapped at the offending limb before staring up at the puzzled face above her.
"Stop touching me you weirdo!"
"Well I've been standing here for 5 minutes watching you and you didn't move. So I thought you died, but then I remembered that you can't so that was silly so I thought you just didn't see me yet. Plus your head got all wrinkly like you were thinking about a hard math problem. I was going to ask if you wanted help solving it, so I poked you in the face."
"Well I don't need your help in anything, I just want you to go away."
"Oh…okay but first I have to help Rachel." With a small frown, Brittany walked over to the short human happily snacking away on her salad and began to softly massage away any tensions.
Feeling a slight tug somewhere in her body, Santana couldn't help but feel…something when Brittany walked away from her. She couldn't pin point the exact location in her body but it was physical enough to almost jerk her to her feet when Brittany walked away from her. Feeling stupid at actually lifting herself a small fraction from where she was sitting, she grumbled and set her face to impassive again, afraid to even wonder what her face looked like when the sound of disappointment in Brittany's voice caused the tug in her. Time to get to the bottom of this once and for all.
"How are you able to always send me to the street every single time I'm here," asked Santana in what she thought was an intimidating voice. "I don't know how you keep doing that, I mean I'm not one to brag but I've got powers too and every single time I tried to get back in the building, I can't, what did you do to me?"
Brittany must have thought it was pretty funny because not a second later, her mouth tugged up in an impish smile and she giggled a little before slowly running her fingers through her perfectly untangled hair. Santana couldn't help but follow those motions with her eyes.
"You really are silly San, I can't stop you from coming back in, that's not how my powers work."
"What are you talking about? Every time I'm planning to do something to short Berry short cake over there, I get kicked out and you're standing by that window laughing at me. Of course you did it!"
"You really shouldn't yell so much you know, its probably why you keep getting kicked out anyway, haven't you noticed?"
"What the Fuck are you talking about? You have to be doing it because every single time I'm trying to finish this day off at that Pokémon over there, I'm left sitting out on the damn stoops again!"
"Nuh uh, its not me Sany."
"Yes it is! If its not you, then who the fuck is doing that then?"
"The building."
"The what…?"
"It's the building San."
Not to be taken surprised by the preposterous answer, Santana schooled her face again, so as not to look like a buffoon with her mouth open. How does that even make any sense? Santana mulled over this a little as she continued to watch Berry and Brittany now humming the same tune in sync. The building kicked her out? Was Brittany lying? She didn't seem the type, plus do light angels even lie? She shook her head again and scoffed at the idea, it didn't matter, Santana didn't trust anyone, light angel or not. Deciding to try another approach, she asked again in a softer voice.
"How is the building able to kick me out? Last time I checked, they aren't really alive you know."
"Oh well this is a special building, we built it for the special people who are going to do a lot of good things in life, you know the pure hearts."
"What do you mean special building?"
"Umm, well it protects the pure hearts from all the bad things happening around them and stuff. Its in a bad neighborhood but the people who live here are all good, plus they get to help out the bad people outside and around them. That's why a lot of the special buildings and good people are in bad places."
Santana didn't know what was worse, that the explanation actually made a little sense to her, or the crazy notion that the apartment building was able to kick her outside two nights in a row. Fuck this shit, Santana motherfucking Lucifer was not going to be kicked out by some ratty ass broken down slump of a building.
"Are you fucking telling me that this dump of a goddam place is kicking Me out?"
"San..."
"No, I am not fucking done. Some smart ass went and built a 'special house' for the good people but left it in a shit ass place and I'm the one who gets thrown out? This dump of a rotting, broken ass down building is supposed to be great?"
"Santana I really don't think that you should…"
"Or what? Its gonna kick me out? I'll burn this fucking place down if it..."'
I should really learn how to keep my mouth shut or at least take anger management classes. At least this time I didn't magically apparate on Berry's stoop. Even better, I got flung out the window and narrowly missed getting my head chopped off by the now closing window panes. Great, just fucking great, the damned building wasn't going to let me in again until probably tomorrow when I follow her home. Stupid anger and mouth, I should've just ripped my tongue out, I could probably grow another anyway. I was fuming, being flung out by some invisible force was Not my definition of trying to get control of a situation. Plus hovering outside a window with a sad looking angel on the other side was not my intended plan of action. Fuck my afterlife, for real.
Trying inwardly not to just burn the damned place down, I tried to convey my importance of a talk with my eyes to Brittany through the window, thankfully I guess she understood and soon I was face to face with a shimmer of pure white wings and a fluttering dress. Where did that breeze come from anyway? Hey if I lowered myself a little more I could see under her…Not the time Lucifer, not what you called her out for anyway. The sight of both of us suspended in the air with our wings out would probably have freaked out by passers if they could just see us. But then again I might just rip out the eyes of those who dared to stare up Brittany's dress. I sighed and screwed my eyes shut to control the anger at the building and to think of something to say to Brittany.
Thinking was far from my mind as yet again I felt the soft touch of fingers on my face.
"You know what my power is San?"
A rhetorical question I'm guessing as I kept my eyes closed and felt the soft tips of Brittany's fingers continue their trace of my face towards my temple where she began to rub in slow circular motions.
"I can take away any kind of pain just by touching a person; do you feel a little bit better? You looked like you were hurting and needed me more than Rachel."
"I don't need anyone" I mumbled out half-heartedly but stifled a moan as her thumbs massaged the base of my neck. Oh unholy flames of hell did that feel deliciously amazing.
"Brittany…"
I kept my eyes closed as I relaxed a little more in her hands and gentle care. I felt her still her hand motions suddenly and was about to protest when I felt her lean her forehead to mines and hug me close around the neck instead.
"Hey San"
I sluggishly opened my eyes as I take in her soft smile and depth-less ocean blue eyes, god she was so beautiful. Drugged on feelings of relaxation and contentment, I quirked an eyebrow at her and silently drowned myself in the proximity of the angel from above.
"You said my name, you called me Brittany, that means you like me!" Oh shit, did I say that out loud? It's the mouth again I swear I should make a mental note, rip out Berry's tongue and then pull out my own.
"I uhh…but you just…and…with the hands…" real articulate Santana, you're so freaking charming. Well you can't really blame me I guess, if you had a gorgeous angel hanging onto you six stories up in mid-air with her body molded onto you and her hands playing with your hair, you would stutter too. Don't judge.
"You are too cute Sany," giggled Britney. She sighed momentarily though and soon sported a cute little pout. "I have to go now San, sorry, but can I see you tomorrow? The clouds are fighting with the rainbows again and I want to see the ducks go to sleep first so when the unicorns come out, they won't get scared."
Hells fire she smelled amazing, wait what did she say? Something about clouds, rainbows, unicorns and ducks? Oh shit I wasn't paying attention. Just shake your head yes Santana, it can't be that bad anyway right? With that in mind, I nodded my head slightly so as not to rub too hard against Brittany. I must've said something right because next thing I see is the brightest smile ever to grace the earth. What I Feel next can only be described as fire on ice. The air stilled and no noises were heard as all I could feel were Brittany's soft lips kissing me lightly and tentatively. The soft whisper of air could be felt afterwards in between us both as Brittany leaned back to look at my shocked face instead.
'Move you dipshit, do Something! Curse, break something, burn something, just do anything for fucks sake!' I must've repeated that to myself a thousand times during those few seconds Brittany was looking at me. Still could not move, godam useless limbs of mine. Sensing my stupor and perhaps not willing to see what would happen when I snap out of it, Brittany leaned forward again to kiss me and whisper her parting words.
"You taste like cinnamon and spice, its really good; I'll see you tomorrow okay? Bye San." With those last words, Brittany vanished in a sparkle of dust and white feathers. I reached a hand forward where a feather landed lightly on my palm and couldn't help but bring it closer to my face to feel the lingering warmth from its previous host. It still smelled of soft vanilla and everything Brittany.
What the fucking hell in Satan's anus just happened to me?
Author's note: Sigh, this chapter was just insanely hard to write in general so forgive me for not being very consistent with the writing. My mind was all sorts of scattered when I was typing it out. As always please read and review, I promise a better one next time.
